|Luna Moore|
The villa smells like rain. A storm passed earlier, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth and salt. The windows are still open, and the sheer curtains drift in lazy sways, letting in the sound of distant waves. It should be peaceful. It should feel safe.
It doesn't.
Not when Aurelia is sitting across from me, barely touching her tea, her fingers gripping the ceramic like she needs something to hold on to.
Not when I can still feel the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on us.
I tuck my legs beneath me on the couch, watching her. "Say something."
Aurelia lifts her gaze, hesitant. "What do you want me to say?"
I shrug. "Anything. Everything."
She exhales sharply, setting her cup down. "Alright. You want the truth?"
I nod once.
She leans forward, rest
